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followthunder((likely spoilers for Avengers. this wall of text is just for his intro, I promise.))
[A door slams. Thor strides into his royal bedchambers, too distracted to notice just yet that his bedroom isn't just that anymore, strictly speaking. He lets Mjölnir slip from his fingers and hit the floor with a sickening crush, cracking the opulent stone beneath it.
He had taken Loki home to Asgard in chains, brought him to trial before the Allfather. He still isn't certain whether or not it was mercy that led Odin to strip Loki of his powers and have him dragged away, to be bound to the rocks. He isn't certain whether it was love or guilt that had compelled him to argue, the only voice raised in Loki's defense amongst all of them. His words fell on deaf ears, either way. Even Loki hadn't seemed to be listening.
His friends had wanted words with him afterward, but he'd brushed them off. He had wanted words with Loki -- any words, some more important than others -- but his father had denied him that. He wonders if Loki would have done the same, had the choice been put to him.
Now, for the first time, the adrenaline has subsided and left him with nothing but the knowledge of everything his brother has done, for vengeance and malice -- everything he surely could have stopped if he hadn't been so acutely, impossibly blind. Sinking down on the edge of the bed, he lifts one hand to cover his eyes. Until recently, he couldn't be sure that his brother wasn't dead. He feels like he still hasn't stopped mourning.]
[A door slams. Thor strides into his royal bedchambers, too distracted to notice just yet that his bedroom isn't just that anymore, strictly speaking. He lets Mjölnir slip from his fingers and hit the floor with a sickening crush, cracking the opulent stone beneath it.
He had taken Loki home to Asgard in chains, brought him to trial before the Allfather. He still isn't certain whether or not it was mercy that led Odin to strip Loki of his powers and have him dragged away, to be bound to the rocks. He isn't certain whether it was love or guilt that had compelled him to argue, the only voice raised in Loki's defense amongst all of them. His words fell on deaf ears, either way. Even Loki hadn't seemed to be listening.
His friends had wanted words with him afterward, but he'd brushed them off. He had wanted words with Loki -- any words, some more important than others -- but his father had denied him that. He wonders if Loki would have done the same, had the choice been put to him.
Now, for the first time, the adrenaline has subsided and left him with nothing but the knowledge of everything his brother has done, for vengeance and malice -- everything he surely could have stopped if he hadn't been so acutely, impossibly blind. Sinking down on the edge of the bed, he lifts one hand to cover his eyes. Until recently, he couldn't be sure that his brother wasn't dead. He feels like he still hasn't stopped mourning.]